Tonalidad: Ab major
Verse 1
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Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right,
wild for the night
Punks in the back,
c'mon and attract to what
Clan in da front,
let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back,
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c'mon and attract to what
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This goes back to nineteen
Verse 2
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Ahem, check it,
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yo
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GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!
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Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-
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headed niggaz
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Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
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Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
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Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
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Now we gonna drink some good
Verse 3
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Champion gear that I rock,
you get your boots knocked
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Then attack you like a pit
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that lock shit DOWN
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As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
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Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
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Killer Bees attack, flippin what,
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murder one, phat tracks
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A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
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Word life, I get that ass
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while I'm fulla spite!
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Check the method from Bed rock,
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cause I rock ya head to bed
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Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my
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beats just break you down
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Raw sound, we going to war right now
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We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
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Save ya breath before I bomb it
Verse 4
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I be that insane nigga from
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the psycho ward
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I'm on the trigger,
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plus I got the Wu- Tang sword
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So how you figure that you
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can even fuck with mine?
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Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with
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that shit one time!
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And pull a foul,
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niggaz save the beef on the cow
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I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
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The FUCK you wanna do? More
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than Spike Lee's Do
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I'm like a sniper,
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hyper off the ginseng root
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PLO style, buddha monks
with the owls
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So who's the fucking man? Meth- Tical
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On the chessbox
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Yo, yeah, yo I leave the
Verse 5
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mic in body bags,
my rap style has
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The force to leave you lost,
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like the tribe of Shabazz
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Murderous material, made by a madman
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It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
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From the bad lands of the killer,
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Representing with the skill that's iller
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Dare to compare,
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get pierced just like an ear
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The zoo- we- do- wop- bop
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strictly hardware
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Armed and geared cause I just
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broke out the prison
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Charged by the system
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- for murdering the rhythm!
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Now, lo and behold,
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another deadly episode
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Bound to catch another fuckin
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charge when I explode
Verse 6
Slammin a hype- ass
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verse til ya head burst
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I ramshack dead in the track,
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and that's that
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Rap assassin, fastin,
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quick to blast and hardrock
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I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
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I'm hot, top notch,
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Ghost thinks with logic
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Flashback's how I attacked
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your whole project
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I'm raw, I'm rugged and
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raw! I repeat, if I die
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My seed'll be ill like me
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Approachin me,
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you out of respect, chops ya neck
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I get vexed, like crashing up
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a phat- ass Lex'
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So clear the way, make way,
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yo! Open the cage
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Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave
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Yo Ya gettin
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stripped from ya garments,
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boy, run ya jewels
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While the meth got me open
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like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake
when he least expect
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Ain't a damn thing changed,
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boy, Protect Ya Neck
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Ruler Zig Zag, Zig- Al lah jam is fatal
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Quick to stick my Wu- Tang sword
right through ya navel
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Suspenseful, plus bein bought
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through my utensil
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The pencil, I break strong
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winds up against your
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Abbot, that run up through your
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county like the Maverick
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Caps through the tablets,
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I gots to make the fabrics
Verse 8
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Are you, uh, ah, uh
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Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin
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shit like a samurah
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The Ol' Dirty Bastard
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VUNDABAH
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Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
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Comin atcha ass like a sorceress,
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shootin' that PISS!
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Niggaz be gettin on my fuck
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Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna
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kick they fuckin ass to the curb
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I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
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A carrier, messenger, bury ya
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This experience is for the whole experience
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Let it be applied,
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and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
Verse 9
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My my
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My Clan is thick like plaster
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Bust ya, slash ya
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Slit a nigga back like a
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Dutch Master Killer
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Style jumped off and Killa, Hill- er
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I was the thriller in the Ali- Frazier Manilla
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I came down with phat tracks
that combine and interlock
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Like getting smashed by a
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cinder block
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Blaow! Now it's all over
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Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
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or ange stars and green clovers
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